accused and running, chased
through a familiar yet foreign city into and out of a large church
they seem to intend harm but you've done nothing
they think you're cornered but no one descends stairs as fast as me
feet fly down marble steps tap dancing an echo in the large hall
running past girls at a cafe asking for assistance
phone call, communication, hiding place
one offers to help and then betrays you and begins to follow in pursuit with the others
you ask her why would she do that and she says I am faith.
you reach an old place you used to call home
someone new lives there, someone you know and trust
someone who always says yes but is seldom in one place for very long
you scramble up the stairs pulling your leg
nervous and worried but hopeful they will help
that you will find sanctuary
they are on the phone
they let you in not knowing you used to live there too
is the secret room still back behind here? how do you know? i used to live here too..
I made it .
you leave them puzzled and don't look back
but it isn't the same after all these years
the rabbit hole is stuffed with long colored vines of braided candy and sweets in clear cellophane
you squeeze in, pushing yourself down through the tunnel into a nightclub of music and lights
bright spots bold colors past the candy hording resident and hope that no one finds you.
rest, wait, plan your next move
awake
